Back to the City
"Back to the city!" David yelled irritably at the other 3 "You are all full of crap if you think I am going back there! Why don't you just put a damn sign on your back that says, "Shoot me, please"!"
Matt glared furiously. "David, you should know by now that when I have a vision that says something like this to me, it is without a doubt true! It's like…It's like going to the bathroom!" he rationalized slowly. "When you are little, you don't know what's a false alarm, and what's a rug murderer, but when you are grown up you know! You-just do, David, and right now, I know!"
David rolled his eyes more frustrated than convinced. "Ya know, you could also say that everyone has an accident now and then. Maybe it was just…you know, and accident! We are lucky we have not been found here!" he urged with his eyes "Let alone the city, which is probably infested with cops, all of which have been training to get one of their copper bullets into our skulls!"
Drake impulsively threw his hand onto David's shoulder. "But we have also helped every one of those cops in some way for years. Maybe if we come to help, and I know with no doubt that they will need some in the near future, that maybe we can fix all of this."
David looked into Drakes deep green eyes, losing his confident smile for a moment, but then squirming his shoulder out of Drake's grip. "Why can't they fight their own battles? They obviously don't believe us because they certainly don't trust us."
"Is that what this is about!?" Matt pressed. "Trust? Are you mad at the city for shunning us?"
"Well I am definitely not happy about it!" David glared defensively.
"But without them, our job is meaningless," Drake reasoned. "I mean, sure, we may not have said any hypocritical oath, but…"
"It's the Hippocratic oath," David interrupted rudely.
"Whatever." He glared responsively. Continuing, "…The point is, we protect the wronged through rain, sleet, or snow…"
"That is for mailmen!" David corrected curtly.
"I know that!" Drake snarled.
Matt closed his eyes for a moment and opened them with more patience focus. "Fine, David." He said calmly. "You don't want to go. Are you sure?"
"Damn straight," he answered fiercely.
"Fine." Matt sighed. "Don't go."
David smiled triumphantly. "Finally! For the first time, you listen to me!" he yelled ecstatically "Listen, you will totally thank me when we are all alive ten years from now!"
Drake and Andrew groaned quietly.
"What do you mean?" Matt frowned coolly. "I said you are not going. Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn, and I are. We are going to do our jobs."
David chortled sarcastically. "Ha. Ha. Ha. As if Cole is going to snap out of his Prozac moment to get his little uniform on and fight. You are stupider than I thought, Matt."
Matt paid no attention to his insult. "That is just fine. I'll lead then." Turning around to Drake and Andrew he spoke normally with a smile. "Andrew, get the Luna Pen, I think we should change into something different. They might have found out Officer Brady and the others were fake. Maybe tourists. Or maybe Reporters…or both!"
David shook his head in denial. "You aren't serious are you? I really hope so."
Matt looked at him emptily. "You are right, David. I wasn't serious."
David gave a sigh of relief. "That's good to know."
"It is." Matt frowned. "Reporters are too obvious. Tourists it is." He turned around to the others. "Hey wait up!" he yelled, running to them as they hurriedly walked to get the Luna Pen.
David just glared off at them all while they walked away, his fists clenched and his arms shaking heavily. "Enjoy." He grumbled to himself, storming back into woods.
Finally catching up to the others, Matt quickly swerved himself in front of them before they could enter the shelter.
"Where's the fire?" Drake asked humouredly.
"I was wondering if we should ask Cole to go with us." Matt asked quietly in fear of waking or angering Cole.
"He needs to know. Maybe this will get him out of there and back to normal again." Andrew shrugged.
"And besides, he is gonna wanna know why you need the pen." Drake added.
Matt frowned uneasily. "I don't know. I doubt he would care. He seemed pretty bad when I saw him. But I better go get it by myself. All of us might make him upset."
They both nodded and Matt slowly crept into the shelter entrance, weary yet prepared for a scene from Cole. Everything seemed so dark; the entrance had been completely sealed off by leaves and twigs. Turning his head around he looked back at the entrance. Boldly he opened it slightly for light to see.
A single ray of light beamed through the crevice and skinned directly at Cole's hand, which laid idol with the palm face up.
Matt opened the door evermore slightly, just enough to see his shoulder, or maybe his arm, just something to tell him something about his state of mind.
His heart jumped. He heard something. A mumble or something. Why did he feel so guilty now? He felt so strange, but he needed that pen, before it was too late.
Curiously, he made the crevice wider which showed his lower torso and strangely enough the mumbling was louder.
"What, Cole?" Matt asked darkly. "I didn't do anything." He said impulsively.
The mumbling was louder, yet he could not understand a word of it. Sweating and nervous he boldly marched up to his side to hear what he was saying, once and for all.
Zzzzzzpheekuuzzzzpheeekuuu
Matt blushed embarrassedly. Those sounds were his snores. He was finally getting some sleep and Matt had never felt happier for him.
Matt frowned though. Now he had to wake him from it. He wondered what he was dreaming though, was he even dreaming at all? What was keeping him awake in the first place?
He almost felt guilty that he had to wake him, like he had to murder him. What if he could not fall asleep again? Never. All because of him. He shook the silly thought out of his head and gently shook him.
He did not respond at all. He shook him one more time, this time less gently.
He saw what he had been longing to see for a long time. Cole smiled warmly, the black circles under his eyes faded away.
"Morning Matt.", Cole smiled.
Matt couldn't help but to smile back, "Nice to see you buddy, but its 5 in the afternoon.
Cole looked at him in disbelief. "You serious? Wow. How long did I sleep?"
"You tell me." Matt said.
Cole frowned. "I don't know. I had trouble sleeping. That's all."
Suddenly Matt's objective hit him. "Cole! I totally forgot, I need the Luna Pen, really fast. I had a vision and we have to go back to the city, ASAP."
"I can't go." Cole blurted.
"Why not?"
"I can't I feel very very bad. The Luna Pen is…umm…Over my neck!" he answered, quickly snapping the tiny staff off of his silver chain. "I hope things aren't as bad as they sound, but I can't go. Sorry. I need to be alone now, Matt."
Matt looked at him hesitantly but grabbed the staff. "David refuses to go, Cole. We really need our leader by our side."
"I said I can't go." Cole insisted.
"O-Okay.", Matt answered, walking toward the exit. "I am sorry I asked so much of you." He added sarcastically and exited.
Drake quickly ran to Matt. "Is he coming?"
Matt glared in frustration. "No. But I did get the pen," flashing the shiny rod to Drake and Andrew who quickly followed Drake. "So what is it, reporters or civilians? Take your pick."
"I dunno. You decide, Andrew." Drake shrugged.
Andrew smiled. "Lets have two reporters and a cameraman!"
"Done." Matt said unenthusiastically. He threw his hand into the air. "LUNA PEN, CHANGE ME INTO A REPORTER!"
Bang! A cloud of smoke covered Matt and as it began to blow over, a thin blue eyed male with pearly white teeth and perfect blonde hair emerged.
"Wow." Andrew commented and taking the pen from Matt. "LUNA PEN, CHANGE ME INTO A REPORTER!"
Another Bang! From the yellow smoke came Andrew as a bowl-headed, buck-toothed male with curly brown hair and olive eyes emerged. Not his ideal result.
Andrew hid his frown while Drake and even Matt tried to hide their laughter. Andrew firmly handed the pen to Drake.
"Remember, you are a cameraman." Andrew said bitterly.
Ignoring his tone, Drake held up the pen. "LUNA PEN, CHANGE ME INTO A CAMERAMAN!"
The final, but loudest bang! of all sounded. The yellow smoked quickly faded away and Drake walked forward as an over-weight, chubby-cheeked man with wavy brown hair, a large camera over his shoulder, one hand holding up the camera, and the other with a donut in it.
Both Matt and Andrew could not hold their laughter, both hysterically bursting into loud laughs that made the birds flee. Not wanting to bring attention, they quickly quieted down, but held very amused smirks.
Drake glared with his red face and bit the donut impulsively. To his surprise, his face was covered with sticky jelly. It was a filled donut.
The other two looked away without comment.
Pretending as if his laughs were coughs, Matt took the pen from Drake's pocket and made his way to the shelter. "I'm gonna…", holding back his laughter "I'm gonna give the pen back to Cole, just in case somebody comes into the shelter."
Matt quickly walked in an out, obviously not saying a word to Cole.
"Scepters?" he asked.
"Check!" Andrew and Drake answered in unison, holding their scepters out.
"Good." Matt replied, clutching his.
They put their scepters together in a triangular formation, closed their eyes and hummed in unison.
"Sailor…Planet…Transport." They chanted in unison.
"The Park." Matt whispered.
The forest filled with glimmers of red, blue, and green as a sphere of bright energy formed over the young men. One blast sound and the sphere was gone and the boys with it, maybe not as a whole, but strong as ever.
